Almighty Me

Almighty Me

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Power ? You, me, that guy across the street, everyone wants it. "What if I gave you all the power in the universe ? Would you be able to fix everything ?" These were the last words Sierra, an university student, heard before fainting. She woke up as the most powerful being she could dream of becoming, a goddess. But, thou who wishes to wear the crown shall bear its burden and she was wearing the heaviest crown in the universe. Would her frail shoulders be able to wear this sudden weight ? Mandatory : English is not my mother tongue, I have only decided to challenge my writing skills. I hope you will enjoy !
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